Photo by Noah Grossenbacher on Unsplash
“What’s going on with Tim?”
I don’t have any good answers.
It feels a lot like the photo to me. There’s this way that we’re heading, perhaps a little precarious, though there are some guard rails in place. A path is laid out, but the next several steps seem unclear.
This is what I’m most uncomfortable with at the moment – the not knowing. There are so many things it could be. As I overheard someone say this morning at church, there’s 150 things it could be and you have to rule out 149 things to find the one thing.
Meanwhile, we wait for insurance approvals, accept the help of our church family, and pray: for favor, for good doctors, for answers, for a clear path forward. Would you pray with us?
Today:
snippets.
just a line or two
We have to feel the universe at once as an ogre’s castle, to be stormed, and yet as our own cottage, to which we can return to at evening.
G.K. Chesterton
We say “Happy New Year” and the like when really it’s just another day. But there is something powerful and vulnerable in the act of starting over, in beginning again and admitting when you need a reset.
Jeff Goins
If I could have somehow given our kids an education with no gaps in it whatsoever, what kind of bores would they have grown up to be? Gaps get filled in by curious minds, and then more gaps appear. The goal of a good education, in my opinion, is to know that you don’t know everything but have the tools to learn anything. (And that does not require homeschooling.)
Tresta Payne
Death of anything is just a reminder that the world we live in is under the curse of sin. Thank you Jesus that we do not live like those without hope! We have a Savior, Redeemer, one who came to breathe life into dead things…. When all seems dead inside and out we must be reminded that we serve a God who is in the business of resurrecting dead things.
Vanessa Bonilla
tbr.
add it to the list
- Crossing to Safety, Wallace Stegner
- At Home in the World, Tsh Oxenreider
- Everyone But Myself, Julie Chavez
- A Day in the Life of Abed Salama, Nathan Thrall
the ig.
story-worthy
the interwebs.
a link list
Matin (video)
Give yourself the full 30 minutes to listen to it in one go, as designed. So good. Can't wait for more.
The Dress
I'm not crying, you're crying. Who's cutting onions?!!
Foreign Territory
A beautiful post on loss and survival. I especially love the poem she shares at the end. "The sun rises to greet me, and the dog waits for breakfast and a ball throw, but I float, suspended in this familiar but strange world—watching as though for the first time normal rhythms I once gave no thought to. They appear part of someone else’s life."
The Mockingbird
A poem.
Praise in the Darkness
My mom sent this timely post to me yesterday.
When My World is Overwhelming, I Look Around
Lara's short essay is wonderful. "Stop and think about how you are hidden and united in Christ, how the Holy Spirit dwells inside of you, and how the Father has adopted you as his own. This alone should cause each of those little setbacks (and sometimes even the major ones) to shrink in size as you consider how it all sits in the safe palm of God’s hand."
A Compass for Our Changing World
Seth shares a good reminder. "Whatever changes await us in the year ahead, there is one solid foundation we can stand on that never moves: 'I the LORD do not change.'"
Turning on the Lights on Sin (HT: Lara D'Entremont)
Stop Looking For Friends, And Start Making Them
"Maybe that’s why we’re so lonely. We’ve charted the wrong course by hunting around forever for chests full of ready-made friendship, perfectly formed and perfectly suited to our needs and desires. The reason there’s no map for that kind of friendship is because that’s not how friendship works."
Notes on Staying Sane in an Election Year
This is a good one. "I offer some notes in hopes that they can help our churches, at least, to resist the greatest excesses of stupidity this year and perhaps even to model a still better way to our neighbors."
The Promises I Would Have Made
So true. "Our happiness can’t be a weight that we slug onto our spouse’s shoulders. Happiness, or maybe more appropriately, joy, is a gift of God and a fruit of the Spirit, and isn’t our spouse’s responsibility or burden."
soundtrack.
in my ears
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall...
The question is not what we intended ourselves to be, but what He intended us to be when He made us.
C.S. Lewis
In View 
Leave a comment